Battle To Build ( Cipher )

trips unseen, to mushroom clouds of ganj green, tag team between the beer and the green, I cap astonauts to smithareens for not reaching my level, trying to be high but you're distortin the treble

my breath strikes fears like huffs from vader, headchoppin lightsaber, sabertooth in the booth, a style like mine, never seen, ruff and rugged like original blue jeans

by no means, should cats ever wanna step to
the style that gets wild and freezes u up like an igglo's
back in grade school i used to sniff glue
now im droppen rhymes u wanna smoke a spliff to

elevated the mind state can't be deflated, I assume yall to be balloons, lets loose your neck, fly around to disrepect, get checked like intellekt, inspect the cyanide verses, homicidal as the napalm disperses

It dispearses any question of illness on the mic, I keep crowds aroused like clitoris's on prison dykes, Motor bike my style but still I remain on top, like revolution round the sun, the shit is impossible to stop

plant seeds, grow crops, chop them down, dry them up
smoken a blunt and sippen whiskey ina dirty cup
life is risky like driving a jet ski under the influence
whats the difference, get killed, it aint no coincidence

I freak ya speaker like hot sex scenes, I call in Jimmy Snooka when it's time to tag team, out in outterspace I chance extraterestrians for the style being too pedestrian, Run over styles in big-body frames/ A triple-X version aint big enough to contain/what comes buck wild, raised by wolves when I was child

Now don't step w/ misplaced lyrics/nuclear-powered, there's a reason u fear it/Like the son u can't come near or burst to flames and take the pale right out your name/ and change the last one to krisp/ try to provoke but with no ladder you can't step to 'dis.



ahhhh, come on man this really isn't a battle thread homie....lol, u cool in my book, build not battle namean, peace

Cut off the head, whole army is decapitated, champs reinstated even if the message was mistranslated, we slated to destroy all crews, Yall couldnt B the King if ya sung the blues/ I abuse microphones and call on e.t. when it's time to phone home. might try to swing the sword but ur destined to miss, feel the nunchucks from my homeboy Kris

I'll see yall in here another time, I gotta get some sleep lmao, I might as well be dracula w/ these shitty sleeping habits. peace to you all

yo i come equipped and shoot it threw
my rhymes are harder than a rubix cube
so screw ya crew.........and ya weak child style
animals wit the FBI u a pet A file
americas least wanted
verses haunted....exorcisms 4 the dumb def and blind and the high exaulted
peel ya wig like ya bald kid
im all this and i ate the bag of chips
wrinkle ya face up like ya finger prints
so wrinse........out ya rusty style
you like a alcholic always in denile
i creep wit style
like witches on broomsticks
eatin shrooms quik
tha god concept buildin pyramids


hahaha,,,,............im so drunk yo

still killed yo .........like usual!

the undisputed champ goin to war wit amps
teeth like a vamps leave cats bleedin like cramps
yall in my camp...?
then wher was you
i snuffleufagist a nigga juss like you
huffed gas 2 drive by you wit a mack 10
fuck pretend
like how you got the elasticity 2 bend.....over
fuck luck imma 4 leaf clover
smokin marijuana in the rover
pandarosa when i roast ya it wasnt even close so dont toast the...
kid that thynks he beat me
even the score equally when i sell out like meth and u c me on the tv
fettucini
when im slicin ya brain
your bodis restin in peace while i feast on ya remainz
lol sum drunk frees

haha juss peeped this like hours L8er......dam i was so drunk i dont member nun of this........


"even the score equally when i sell out like meth and u c me on the tv"

killed that shit tho

i spit the ABSOLUTE truth
like VODKA confessin inside the confession booth
so dont even front man
i got a DARK SIDE like an UNEVEN SUN-TAN
1 plus 1 ran
cause e = mc squared dump the guns man
inside the trash can
dumb it down so they undastand
the god concepts immortal but still a man
dont talk shit when you cant comprehend...........

me and unseen the opposite of laundry clean
dirty like tha oppozition againt ya whole regeme
poisned like livers and spleenes
buildin on words construction workin teams....it dont get no better
constructin futuristik rhymes like the new werld trade center
bombin nothin but paragraphs and letters
stompin like sasquatch toe prints threw tough times and leather

I step into the cypher feeling vex/ these kats got me heated like my name is pyrex/ hex on the non-believers/ AS I leave them behind like middle school teachers/ The mind behind the man on war paths/ Holds a mass amount weight, like burlap sacks/ Know better than to challenge the God, or get collapsed / At last, I say most these keyboard junkies couldnt handle me face ta face/ They can hardly handle me when I type in lower case/ This is a rat race/ And your just the big cheese/ The rhymes i spit add degrees ta the star from which plants feed/ Best belive, ya gimmick raps are exposed/ Duk thought he was the truth cuz he rocked Wu-Wear clothes/ This just goes to show/ somebody somewhere always knows/ Real reconize Real/ You dont fit/ And like a man with no mouth you cant spit/


Keep tha cypher complete 360* on axis, mind out of matter. SOLID